Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.